I am a 60 year old male and this is my true coming of age story. This may not be jerk off material. It happened ... This was the seventies. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my parents. We were living in suburbia on the outskirts of New Orleans. New Orleans is famous for the French Quarter and the gays who live there. I was young...
Travels in France – Part 1 My formative years, of which I can say nothing on here, left me with a penchant for old men, exhibitionism, taking orders, and anonymous outdoor sex. Now I am getting towards being an old man myself I thought perhaps its time to relive the memories and share them with others. The summer after I left University I went to Paris to...
August 27, 1944 Paul jerked and shuddered at the sound of the salvo of gunfire that penetrated through to his cell from across the courtyard. He looked around the small cell. Stone floor, walls, and ceiling. a cot suspended down from chains on the wall at one side. A drain in the corner with a chamber pot next to it. The Ritz it was not. This was anything...
I was visiting the Old Town in Havana, Cuba, staying in a very nice hotel, when a hot jock with a 9" uncut down-curved cock pinged me on Scruff, saying, "Quiero que chupes mi gran polla cubana y te tragues mi enorme carga" ("I want you to swallow my big Cuban cock and my huge load"). He didn't speak English, so I had to use Google translate to chat with him....
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
Friday nights are usually pretty good for getting some action, so I went to the Texas Lounge in downtown Calgary. There were a few people there, but it was early yet, and I didn't see anybody I knew. I had a beer and then went next door to Goliath's Bathhouse. I paid my 22 bucks and got a towel, a locker key, a couple of condoms and a pack of lube. I found...
First and foremost, thank you readers for being patient with me. I had some bad luck late last year, with my laptop (a virus and then it decided to die) I was grateful I had backed up my work! Keep an eye out for additional chapters of Help Me and The Fighter- I'm putting some finishing touches on the next chapters and will be submitting them as soon as poss...
The familiar, ominous image materializes before him of a narrow track in the woods opening toward him from a convergence of stark, bare-branched trees in the distance with a swirl of choking ground mist. Derek feels his heart racing and the essences inside him rising as, from the far end of the track, where the trees converge, the whirling figures form—white...
Business Meeting. Although still in Southampton, I was between assignments. However, my friend Bjorn's Consortium client was looking for someone to attend a meeting on their behalf in Dubrovnik; this time for five days. Hanna or Suzi had arranged my hotel and travel from Gatwick, together with all the contract paperwork and authorisations. An early start...
Chapter One: One Night in Hannagan's "How good is your French accent?" "I beg your pardon?" Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him. This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic...